Song about slaughterhouses and our uncanny concern for the animals bred for a single purpose.
Lyrics
Ode to the livestock
simply kept alive for pleasure and profit.
January marks; ingenuity throughout
inflated garbage bage of my fourth dimension perspective.
Habitation is unlimited; and yet, living such restricted lives.
Seated amongst punishments of oppsoition, naturally isolated in irrelevance.
Raised for one purpose, immune to a fellowship.
Downloading intelligence through our emit landscapes.
Embroidering accounts of history: equidistantly traveling on planes of futile existence.
Eradicating features of decent memories and crushed spirits.
Singing songs to the willowed spider, spinning webs more intricate; than the foundation laid upon.
Frequently moderated and hardly noticed....
I hope you enjoy your meal.